The Immortal Phoenix waved her hand, and a light screen displaying the situation on the Dao Discussion Platform unfurled, depicting everything that was currently happening.
“You actually have this feature?”
Wang Xuanyi looked at the light screen in confusion. How was this any different from a live broadcast?!
“Any remnant soul of a True Immortal in the Ancient Immortal Realm can do this. It's so they can choose their inheritors one last time on the Dao Discussion Platform.” The Immortal Phoenix glanced at Wang Xuanyi.
“Oh, that's pretty convenient.”
With wine, side dishes, and a live broadcast, this was simply wonderful. Wang Xuanyi immediately lay back comfortably on the ground and began to watch.
The Dao Discussion Platform.
Refined by ancient immortals using the Ten Thousand Immortal Battlefield as a foundation, this was the foundation platform of the three thousand Great Daos. It was also the final trial of this realm. Aside from the immortal inheritance, the victors would also receive the gift of the Great Dao, allowing them to construct a Perfect Foundation Establishment and Violet Palace.
Of the tens of millions of cultivators who had entered the Ancient Immortal Realm, only a few hundred now stood upon the Dao Discussion Platform. Such a terrifying elimination rate was truly staggering.
On the Dao Discussion Platform, hundreds of people were locked in a chaotic melee. This was their final opportunity, and every single person who had managed to set foot here was a genius among geniuses.
“Hand over your treasures, and we shall spare your lives!”
Amidst the chaos, some geniuses threw out punches, unleashing their strongest strikes. Terrifying magic power surged as fist light blasted toward the crowd.
“Glacial Ice Mirror!”
“Gale Fist!”
The various geniuses unleashed their techniques to defend before retaliating.
“Thousand Feet of Cold Ice!”
“Ten Thousand Swords Art!”
As cold energy swept across the entire Dao Discussion Platform, the Yinyang Valley Holy Daughter formed a hand seal. Spiritual energy surged around her as freezing cold energy swirled about her body. In the blink of an eye, she froze the entire Dao Discussion Platform.
Hundreds of geniuses fought back, unleashing their ultimate techniques one after another.
The ancient freak of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was not to be outdone either. The blade in his hand hummed, and hundreds of sword shadows materialized. As his hand seal pointed forward, the sword shadows whistled through the air.
For a time, the entire Dao Discussion Platform descended into utter chaos. Everyone fought for themselves, and all kinds of spells clashed in a dazzling display.
“Dragon Fist!”
Long Zitian's aura surged violently. A golden lotus bloomed above his head, and several five-clawed golden dragons gathered around him. He then threw out a powerful punch, and the golden dragons charged forward, their bodies solidifying as they blasted toward several people.
Roar!
The Dragon Fist was terrifying, sweeping across the entire Dao Discussion Platform like a divine dragon swinging its tail. Wherever it touched, the freezing ice and ten thousand swords were reduced to nothingness, its power utterly unmatched.
“Glacial Ice Mirror!”
The Yinyang Valley Holy Daughter formed seals with both hands, cold mist blooming from the corners of her eyes as she let out a sharp cry. A thick layer of ice crystal fragments converged into a transparent mirror, shielding several people behind her.
Boom!
The ice mirror shattered, and the Dragon Fist dissipated, leaving scattered fragments of ice crystals drifting down onto the Dao Discussion Platform.
“Kill the disciple of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect first!”
The members of Yinyang Valley nodded in silent agreement and joined forces. They unleashed their strongest spells, determined to blast this kid off the Dao Discussion Platform.
The reason was simple: Long Zitian was simply too monstrous.
To match their hundreds of years of accumulation in just over a decade—such talent was beyond their imagination, and it was also a testament to his strength.
“Ten Thousand Flower Ice Prisms!”
The Yinyang Valley Holy Daughter was the first to strike. Freezing cold energy filled the air, and thousands of ice spikes the size of bowl-mouths condensed around her, each one as sharp as a sword.
“Go!”
As the Holy Daughter spoke, the thousands of ice spikes shot toward Long Zitian at extreme speed.
Seeing this, the ancient freak of Huoyun Mountain, Yan Gong, followed close behind. Hot breath gathered in his mouth as blazing flames rose from his hands. With a cold sneer, he barked, “Profound Flame!”
The other cultivators participating in the siege against Long Zitian also harbored desires to seize his treasures. Following the attacks of the ancient freaks, they unleashed their own moves one after another.
In an instant, more than a dozen spells hurtled toward him. Yet, Long Zitian showed no fear. Having lived through a past life, he naturally knew what would transpire after the Dao Discussion Platform opened.
He was well-prepared for this.
Rather than being surrounded and attacked, it was better to take the initiative and crush them one by one!
Long Zitian sneered. His movements became wide and sweeping as a dragon shadow emerged and a dragon roar reverberated. The golden lotus atop his head bloomed, bathing him in a sacred golden light.
Clap!
“Extreme Transformation!” As those words left his mouth, Long Zitian clapped his hands together. His entire appearance became fierce and monstrous as the dragon shadow behind him merged into his body, causing golden dragon scales to sprout across his skin. He gradually began to resemble a golden dragon!
“A bunch of rabble!”
Long Zitian's gaze was cold and sinister. He swung his dragon claw. With just a single strike, the void trembled as if a true dragon had struck in anger, tearing all dozen-plus spells to shreds!
“Hahaha!”
Long Zitian laughed wildly, his mouth opening and closing like a dragon's maw. Scorching breath leaked from the corners of his mouth, and his abdomen swelled slightly as endless magic power surged into his throat.
“Not good! Retreat, quickly!”
The Yinyang Valley Holy Daughter's expression changed instantly. Sensing his incredibly violent aura, she tried to flee, but she was a step too late. All she heard was a roar: “Dragon Breath!”
At this moment, the entire space seemed to freeze.
Then, with a deafening roar, a violent fire laced with dragon roars erupted from Long Zitian's mouth. The scorching dragon flame incinerated everything, crushing all magic power and defenses in its path!
Faced with this earth-shattering strike, the Yinyang Valley Holy Daughter and the others had no time to think. They grabbed nearby cultivators to use as shields while gathering all the magic power in their bodies to resist the blast.
Boom!
As the scorching breath swept through, the cultivators who had been pulled in front as shields were instantly reduced to ash. Even the ancient freaks hiding behind them were severely wounded.
Pfft.
More than half of the dozen or so ancient freaks perished under this single strike. The survivors could not withstand the residual force either; they coughed up blood one after another, having lost most of their combat capabilities.
“How can the strength of insects contend with a true dragon!”
Sparks flickered at the corners of Long Zitian's mouth as he looked mockingly at the self-righteous ancient geniuses. Watching them struggle desperately for their lives was highly amusing to him.
“Fellow Daoists, are we really going to let a mere newcomer snatch the ancient immortal opportunities?!” the Yinyang Valley Holy Son shouted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He had completely lost his previous calm and composed demeanor.
This guy was simply too monstrous.
If he was allowed to continue growing, he would crush an entire era!
They had waited bitterly for hundreds of years, and it certainly wasn't to be suppressed and bullied by someone else.
In an instant, the ancient freaks who were still engaged in their own chaotic battles turned their gazes toward the battlefield on Yinyang Valley's side. There, they saw a single figure standing proudly above the crowd, his body shimmering with scales.
“Long Zitian, you forced our hand!”
The Yinyang Valley Holy Daughter struggled to her feet. Covered in blood, she looked somewhat terrifying. Several runes materialized around her, with strands of immortal energy swirling within them—they were actually immortal runes.
“Everyone, let us strike together to suppress this scoundrel! Otherwise, we will never be able to hold our heads up again!” the Yinyang Valley Holy Son spoke once more. Like the Holy Daughter, his body was surrounded by swirling immortal runes.
True Immortal Realm experts all possessed an invincible heart. Now, with such a creature who surpassed their era appearing and trying to suppress their generation, how could they tolerate it?
“Clowns! No matter how many of you come, it will be the same!”
Long Zitian was not afraid in the slightest. He firmly believed in his own invincibility. A mere rabble was not enough to shake his true invincible heart.
“Arrogant brat!”
Long Zitian's words undoubtedly provoked public anger. The ancient geniuses had their own pride and would never allow anyone to trample upon it.
“Supreme Fist Print!” An ancient freak threw out a punch, executing an immortal secret technique. Countless runes circulated as an unparalleled fist print transformed into an ancient ferocious beast, raging toward Long Zitian to tear him apart.
Long Zitian smiled faintly. His dragon claws were engraved with immortal runes, and several strands of immortal energy merged into them. Charging straight against the other party's fist print, he violently tore it to shreds.
Just as he was about to rush to that person's side, another attack came from behind!
“River of Sword Qi!”
The sword cultivator from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect struck. Immortal runes adhered to the blade of his sword as he slashed toward Long Zitian. The powerful sword Qi crisscrossed, actually tearing the void apart.
Long Zitian spun around, the dragon scales on his chest gleaming. Crossing his claws, which were as sharp as swords, he swung them to counter the incoming sword Qi.
Bang!
The crisscrossing sword Qi and rampaging sword intent actually severed Long Zitian's claw strike and struck his chest scales, leaving a bloody gash!
Pfft.
Long Zitian flew backward, coughing up blood. The residual sword Qi within the bloody gash on his chest was still rampaging, attempting to destroy his dragon-scaled body.
Seeing this, the two from Yinyang Valley held back no longer.
The two pressed their hands together. The dual paths of Yin and Yang swirled around them as chaotic energy filled the air. Immortal energy enveloped their bodies, and the surroundings trembled in sync with the flow of their auras.
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